

A Literation
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The label on the wedge
of cheese I stole
from the store near where I live
(one of the nicer ones—
with the fromagerie)
says that this Hirtenkase
is
rustic.But I don’t know.
I’m eating it with soggy, bargain
frozen pizza (whose label swore
it would be crisp)
and listening to
my roommate’s cat
moaning at the front door.I’m pretty sure
nothing about
my cheese and I
could, in good conscience,
be deemed remotely
rustic.